nicopolitan: “The more I listen to you guys sit and go through the music production process even while Art‘s still in the composition stage, the more I want to work on my own music.”

TheFoolishHeart: “So write music.”

nicopolitan: “I feel guilty when I work on music.  It makes me think that if I’ve already got time to burn, I should be spending more time getting work done on freelance assignments and pet project obligations.”

TheFoolishHeart: “Fuck it.  Just do what makes you happy.”

nicopolitan: “Oh, they both make me happy.  Making music makes me happy, and working on the internet makes me happy.  It’s just that freelance makes me money–”

TheFoolishHeart: “Maybe just don’t think about money, then. Do what you love, and the money will come later.  Freelance makes you money now, but maybe music will make you money later on. You just have to remember that it’s what you do that defines you.”

Inadvertently, my roommate has packed Greek ontology and a quote from Thoreau into simple, everyday philosophy for living in the modern era and keeping your sanity.

If I hadn’t lived with a bunch of creative types in the same household, I don’t think I would have gotten this idealistic response to the conversation topic.  My parents would say, “Work hard, as hard as you can, and be proud of your hard work.”  My college friends would say, “slow down with the work, you’re fucking crazy.” My high school friends would say… nothing, because I don’t really keep in touch with them.

So this is a short post.  I was just curious:

Given the topic, what does the internet say?